I am half deaf in my left ear. That’s true. If you really want to know, the deafness fluctuates; since there is something actually rolling around in my ear, there are moments my hearing improves in an instant- almost magically. It’s usually when I lean forward a bunch and slightly to the left.
Anyway, this hearing loss hasn’t had a great effect on me. There are a couple small annoyances. For one, I always talk on the phone using my right ear, and that gets me thinking about the cell-phone tumor scare going around. I figure the high concentration of cell waves will cause a tumor to form in my right ear, giving me two bad ears.
Also, when I’m in a movie theatre and there is someone on my left who wants to whisper in my ear, I have to turn all the way over so they can talk in my right ear, and that’s a bit awkward, but I do OK.
But now I work in a coffee shop. It’s pretty noisy in there, and when I’m on register, sometimes I have a hard time hearing the barista to my left. So I feel kind of handicapped, my hearing loss now has a real word effect. I’m afraid one day I’ll be asked if I’m deaf, and I’ll have to explain. Then I’ll be handicapped and people will have to go out of there way to make sure I’m OK, and I’ll be an unprofitable burden to the company.
But on the bright side, this makes me think of Rivers Cuomo, my best friend and lead singer of Weezer. He grew up with one leg being a whole inch shorter than the other. He couldn’t afford surgery until he got money from being a famous rock star. Soon after surgery to extend the short leg in ‘94, Weezer’ performed on Letterman. Rivers played and sang “Say it Aint So” cringing in pain all the way in his extra baggy khaki pants to fit around his enormous leg brace.
So, I’ve found another parallel to someone famous who (I spent an hour, seriously an hour on the internet and reading through these English usage books I have, one of them the dictionary, trying to figure out whether I should use “who” or “whom” in that spot) I look up to. I think about how I’m going to get money for my book or movie, whatever it is I end up piecing together, I’ll pay for surgery and perform on Letterman. I’ll have bandages wrapped around head, with blood soaking through from the ear. My performance, whatever it is, won’t be as glorious or entertaining, but maybe people will have the strength to resist changing the channel, even though there aren’t bright lights or fast moving objects to occupy them while I read a passage from my work. Perhaps I’ll read this passage.
All the while I know I guy who is completely deaf in his right ear and I feel like a jerk complaining about the whole thing.